After telling her that she was the only one for me. Well she just was happy. And what made things better was that I made sure to tell her that there was no one else out there for me. Just her," Jiyong smiled for the umptenth time already. 

I absorbed the new information as I slowly ate my noodles.

We were having Italian night and it was going well, well according to him at least. I sipped my wine as he continued. "It feels good to know that you'll be with the one that's always been with you the whole entire time, ya know?" he smiled, looking at me with those happy puppy eyes. I nodded as I gulped down the wine. Please make this stop!

"Oh! Speaking of relationships, who was that guy earlier?" jiyong asked, slurping up some noodles. I nearly spat out my wine, only to to swallow it down the wrong pipe, causing me to cough. "Are you okay?" he asked me with concern.

What was he talking about? "Eh?!" I yelled out, as I continued to cough. "Well, I never met him before. I thought I knew all your friends. Is he your boyfriend?" 

What the hell is he thinking? My boyfriend? Wouldn't I have told this idiot if Seungri was really my boyfriend. "You're kidding me right?" I looked at him appalled.

"You don't have to hid it. It's okay to tell me," Jiyong  smiled, putting his utensils down. "I've always told you my own problems and almost everything about my life. You don't have to strain yourself. I'm your best friend too, ya know?" 

Best friend...

He only sees me as a friend...that's it...But he means so much more to me. 

"We never talk about you, ever. You always let me do the talking. I would like to listen for a change," he smiled, gently making my heart beat twice. I love that smile. I would do anything to keep that smile going. 

"You know, he's not my boyfriend," I calmly said. He nodded and let out a long breath of relief, "Woo, that's a relief. I was about to say, my little girl is growing up!" he laughed, shaking his head a bit as he grabbed his fork again. What did he mean by that? "I'm kinda glad you're not seeing anyone. It would make me sad. You are my best friend after all. But at least you're telling me this now."

There he goes again. Best friend...

But why do I feel as if there is something between us? Oh, I just want to confess to you so bad right now, Kwon jiyoung.

"But ya know, now that we're on this topic. I have someone that I really like right now..." I blushed a bit, feeling embarrassed by the fact that I'm doing this right now. 

"Santtoki ? TELL ME!" Jiyong propped his head on his hands, as if we're gossiping. He's really goofy sometimes.

I tried to play this off, "Well~ I've known him for a while now." My heart was racing like crazy, was I really doing this? "I met him when he was a drunk at..." I quickly thought of something, improvising things along the way. "...at a bar. He was so helpless that I helped him get back on his feet."

"And then what?" he smiled enjoying me telling him a story for once. I smiled, recalling some of the memories. "Ever since we met, we've always spoke on the phone or texted each other. Sometimes I wonder if he really likes me," I propped myself on my right hand, as I thought of the details of some of our memories. "I remember at one point, on my birthday, he made me breakfast as soon as I woke up," I sighed out of happiness, being as convincing as ever. I hope he can't tell I was lying. 

"Oh dang! I was thinking about doing that for your next birthday! Why didn't I think about it?" Jiyong snapped his fingers. In truth though, Jiyong actually came to my door steps and surprised me with a bouquet of flowers in hand. "Happy Birthday!" he had shouted out, as I jumped into his open arms hugging him. Then that night, he took me out to the fanciest restaurant along with the best dishes presented in front of me. And to end the wonderful evening, he brought in a large birthday cake from his kitchen out to me, where I was waiting for him, into the dark room. That night was probably the most memorable night I've always had. 

"And sometimes I feel as if there is a connection between me and him..." I confessed, as I looked at him. Jiyong gave me all his attention in the world. "Really? Well why don't you go ahead and tell him how you feel?"

"Well...the thing is, everytime I'm ready to tell him, he ends up telling me about his girlfriend..." I looked down sadly. And the next thing happened, I felt his warm wrapping around my own. I looked up, a bit surprised. "Well you shouldn't give up yet! I mean it sounds like he's a great guy. I can't believe he's never asked you out. I mean, who doesn't want this beautiful being?" he asked, making me smile.

"You're beautiful. Smart. Funny, Amazing, And not to mention, AMAZING~~~ at cooking," Jiiyong squeezed my hand as he exaggerated the word "amazing". I laughed as I flipped my hand over and our hands automatically intertwined together. "Thanks, Ji ~ That means a lot. I'm not confident though...What if we're not friends anymore?" I asked, a bit frightened.

"What do you mean?" Jiyong tilted his head out of curiosity. I sighed, "What if he doesn't share the same feelings as I do for him?" 

"If I were this guy, I would have dropped anyone for you," he confessed. My heart skipped another beat...

I didn't know what I was thinking when I said this. I blurted out, "You're the guy that I'm talking about."

Jiyong laughed, "Eh? Really? That can't---"

"I'm in love with you Ji . I've been in love with you for the longest time," I confessed, holding his hand tighter. Now I could see the confusion on his face, "But...that guy...and..and..."

"I'm in love with you, Kwon Jiyong . I loved you now. And I still love you," I couldn't contain my own heart anymore, "I don't want to be just your friend! I just don't to be this 'Love Coach' anymore."

I was breathing hard now, still holding onto Jiyong , as I stared at him. But he didn't look back at me, pulling away from my grip. I didn't hold back, as I let him slip away. "I...I can't think right now..." He stood up, grabbing his head. "So much is happening right now...I just..." 

"Please don't go!" I quickly grabbed his hand. "I know I'm your best friend. But I can't help but love you," I was on the verge of tears. But he carefully pulled his hand back, not wanting to hurt me. "I'll be going now," he murmured as he walked out of the dining room and out of the door. 

What have I done?